Hannah Hoek Van Holland Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, I’m thinkin’, whore’s out here, loud, proud, struttin’—like, “I’m not ashamed, I’m gettin’ PAID!” And I respect the hustle, real talk. Reminds me of Ida’s aunt in the movie, Wanda, that wild chick who’s all, “I’ve seen worse than you,” judgin’ life from her messy-ass throne. Whore’s like that—seen it all, done it all, probly fucked it all too, hahaha! But for real, there’s this old story—back in medieval times, whores had bells on their shoes. BELLS! Ting-ting-ting, lettin’ everyone know, “Yo, I’m comin’, hide ya husbands!” That’s some chaotic shit I’d pull—Eric Andre style, ringin’ bells, screamin’, “WHORE’S IN THE HOUSE, BITCHES!”

Hoek van Holland John Doe

Hoek-van-Holland, you’ve got my heart. You’re quirky, you’re wild, and you keep me on my toes. I wouldn’t trade this place for anything. Well, maybe for a lifetime supply of oat milk. But that’s it!

Metro reaches the seaside with Hoek van Holland Strand opening